Mar 28, 2008 21:07
[there is a little boy reciting nursery rhymes in a sing-song voice]
As I was going to St. Ives,
I met a man with seven wives;
Every wife had seven sacks,
Every sack had seven cats,
Every cat had seven kits;
Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,
How many were there going to St. Ives?
(OOC: W-winding down. Any threads I drop, I will pick up eventually. If I don't, poke me.)